i tell you

“i spend too much time editing”
out the things that don’t fit
parts you don’t need to know
details i’m not ready to share
forcing myself into this container
hoping you don’t see the scars
left by what’s been cut away
or the wrinkles on edges bent
from being shoved in a box
maybe a little or a lot too small
and you ask, “what if you didn’t?”
and i don’t have an answer
i’m so used to not being whole